Good Omens Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“So did you.” Seren nodded. The First Creator's voice suddenly screamed through Ren. “No!” His body began breaking apart. Auren moved forward. “It's over.” Ren looked at him. “You think you won?” Auren shook his head. “No.” He looked toward Elara. “She did.” The First Creator's presence began disappearing. Ren collapsed to his knees. The darkness around them vanished. Elara found herself standing beneath the ancient tree. Everyone was there. Elias. Lyra. Adrian.

Gulping painfully, I caress Emma’s back as I try to concentrate back on my book, picking up the tune that I was humming. *** While time seems to go by fast, the marking ceremony seems just to inch closer painfully slowly. Strange things that happen randomly on the pack’s territory keep me on edge, and while Cayden keeps trying to calm me down, I really can’t. The dead animals found drained of their blood at our borders and Edward telling us more and more names of the Omegas involved just seem like messengers of a bigger misfortune that has yet to happen. Sadly, the more names he called out, the less truthful he seemed. More and more of the she-wolves he named were proved to be innocent and c

Giovanni chips in. “Do you hate her brother? Is it so?” I say out loud, getting Lucifer’s attention. ‘I thought it was like those schoolboys, who are extra mean to the girls they really like’ I mind link this last part to Lucifer, pushing him more. Oh! This is so much fun. Just then Avo announces that Omerta is outside, and asks Giovanni to get her in. Her presence seems even stronger now, than it was yesterday. One look at Lucifer, and I know he is seething. And all that anger comes bursting out, as soon as Omerta enters the room.

He sank his teeth into my left forearm, snarling menacing. "I'm more angrier than you can ever be." I handled the sword pinging down, and plunged it into his skull, ending him. His blood spilled over my face, and the rest became afraid of attacking me. "That's right, you should be scared. You all should be scared of me." A sonorous bum broke through the woods on either side of us, silencing the clattering of swords. The Omicrons, they're here." "The fire. Hold out your fire! The Omicrons are out! Form a circle around me and guide yourself with the fire." One of Kazamir's men hollered. His men rallies around him, gripping their torches to their chest, their eyes darting about frightfully.

“We need to talk.” He smirked, flicking his cigarette to the ground and lighting another one with practiced ease. “Don’t you always?” he replied, exhaling a plume of smoke. “What’s it this time? Another shipment gone missin’?” I didn’t bother with small talk. “The Omens,” I said bluntly. “They’ve been stirrin’ shit up. Stole our guns. We think they’ve got somethin’ big planned. You hear anything?”

Blondie lets go of me and looks to his Alpha. I smirk. “Oh, I dare. You have no idea what you’ve done, but you’re about to find out.” “Don’t do it!” Bastian hisses. “I, Lillian Anja Dalgaard, Omerian Alpha and future Queen of Zidiah,” Both Bastian and Blondies eyes widen so much it’s almost comical. “Do not accept your rejection, Bastian Armond Ashworth, Alpha of Greenrock. You may not have remembered me, but I remember you, Bastian Ashworth. The mate bond will eventually break, and you know what that means for you, don’t you? Rejecting an Omerian is the most stupid thing any wolf could do. Now you will suffer pain you never knew existed.”

I went to see Emma the next day after Wren was all settled with our son and enjoying our visitors from her ceremony. I got absolutely no where with Emma. She is deranged and delusional. She thinks it’s time for omegas to rule the werewolf world and will ready to kill. I worry about the supposed army of omegas Emma claims she has in her back pocket waiting for her command. I talked to both Becca and Wren about it. Wren didn’t know about an army, but Becca did, so she is trying to get in contact with the other she-wolves she knows to see what information she can find out.

She looks like a mental patient. "She looks like someone who just came from the gutters; how did she even get here? Does she even know how she smells? "I can't sense any strong aura from her. She's one of those weak ones, for sure." "How did someone like that get into the palace in the first place?" "Someone should call the guards; omegas aren't allowed here." "She looks like she's planning to get a mate today; who would want an omega? Haha, she's a complete fool. Those who heard laughed as I walked behind them. The humiliation!!

Emma opened her mouth wide as she looked at Grayson's thick rod which was erected and bringing out pre-cum. She looked at this sexy man that looked different from his strict self and looked like one she would want to fuck! She looked at his chest and wished she could run her hand down his muscles and then suck and lick his hot body. Her eyes turned lustful at her thought and her teeth instinctively bit her lips. Her eyes roamed his body once more then focused on the movement of his hands.

I whispered, my hands shaking uncontrollably. "You did," Kael said. He stepped closer, inspecting my face. "Your eyes... they were glowing." "Glowing?" "Gold," Kael said. "Pure gold." He looked back at the road where Thorne had knelt. "That was an Alpha Command," Kael said. "You forced an Alpha to kneel with a thought." "I'm an omega," I said, panic rising in my throat. "That's impossible." Kael looked at me, and this time, there was no doubt in his eyes. Only awe.